Wesley Corpus

Thee, Jesus, King of kings, and Lord Of lords, I glory to proclaim, From age to age thy praise record, That all the world may learn thy name: And all shall soon thy grace adore, When time and sin shall be no more. Psalm XLVII.34 Clap your hands, ye people all, Praise the God on whom ye call, Lift your voice, and shout his praise, Triumph in his sovereign grace. Glorious is the Lord most high, Terrible in majesty, He his sovereign sway maintains, King o'er all the earth he reigns. He the people shall subdue, Make us kings and conqu'rors too, Force the nations to submit Bruise our sins beneath our feet. He shall bless his ransom'd ones, Number us with Israel's sons; God our heritage shall prove, Give us all a lot of love. Jesus is gone up on high, Takes his seat above the sky: Shout the angel-quires aloud, Ecchoing to the trump of God! Sons of earth the triumph join, Praise him with the host divine, Emulate the heavenly powers, Their victorious Lord is ours. Shout the God enthron'd above, Trumpet forth his conqu'ring love, Praises to our Jesus sing, Praises to our glorious King. Page 78 35A manuscript version appears in MS Psalms, 148-49. Power is all to Jesus given, Power o'er hell, and earth, and heaven! Power he now to us imparts: Praise him with believing hearts. Heathens he compels t' obey, Saints he rules with mildest sway, Pure and holy hearts alone Chuses for his quiet throne. Peace to them and power he brings, Makes his subjects priests and kings, Guards, while in his worship join'd, Bids them cast the world behind. On himself he takes their care, Saves them not by sword or spear, Safely to his house they go, Fearless of th' invading foe. God keeps off the hostile bands, God protects their happy lands, Stands, as keeper of their fields, Stands as twice ten thousand shields. Wonderful in saving power Him let all our hearts adore, Earth and heaven repeat the cry, "Glory be to God most high!" Psalm LVI.35 Have mercy, Lord, for man hath none; From day to day he still goes on To swallow up his prey: My foes continual battles wage, And strive with unrelenting rage My helpless soul to slay.